"Sounds perfect."
Brian takes my hand, and together, we exit the ballroom.
* * *
It's so silly,but booking the hotel room at the same hotel where the charity dinner is being held allows us to race upstairs to be alone without the long trip home. It feels risque. Knowing all of our employees and shareholders are still downstairs makes me feel...sexy. Naughty.
It isn't until Brian has me down to the matching red lingerie I wore for a surprise that I pause, feeling a little self-conscious when I see myself in the mirror. Two pregnancies and age have changed my body, but somehow, Brian looks just as fit and muscle-packed. He catches me looking and reads the hesitation on my face.
"Blair, what's wrong?"
"I just..." I trail off, shaking my head. "I'm not nineteen anymore."
He smirks, crossing the room in a few steps and gathering me into his arms.
"And? So what? You're a gorgeous, confident, sexy woman, and I love your body just the way it is. Now come here and let me show you how much."
I melt at his words, the tension leaving my body as I allow him to pull me close. "Really? Are you sure you wouldn't prefer I look different?"
"Blair, you're even hotter now than you've ever been. These curves…" He caresses me, making my breath hitch. "...just mean that I can be a little rougher and fuck you nice and hard every time."
A wave of arousal shoots through me at his words, and I gasp, my eyes wide as he pulls me down onto the bed and starts to peel off his suit.
"Let me prove it to you," he says, his voice low and rough with need.
I nod, and he wastes no time, flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my panties off. His strong, warm hands grab my hips and pull me up onto my knees, and I'm instantly ready for him.
Over the next few hours, Brian proves to me again and again that he finds me perfect. And by the time he's done, I'm convinced too.
This man...he makes me happier than I could have ever imagined. Even eleven years later, he still makes my heart sing.
The End.
